October 02, 2005

• I've been worried for years about a deviant synapse in my brain. Awesome pic, Chy. Almost makes me want to do another redesign. Almost. Since I'm here, anyone wanna offer help on why my site looks so wretched on WinIE? Something about the [span] tags, but I can't fix it.
• What's the ugliest part of your body? My knees -- it's these ridiculous pollen-baskets we have to wear...
• I thought that the bees' knees were supposed to be something that was very positive.
• Scartol: Is there a reason for the <div style="clear:both;"> inside your "blogpost" classes? Pretty sure that's your problem. My guess is that IE clears the div with everything on the page but mozilla and opera just clear it with direct 'siblings'.
• You know, I used to think the brain was the most interesting part of the body. But then I realized - well, look who's telling me that! (-Emo Phillips)
• a girl on a plane once told me that the ugliest part of the body is the back of the elbow when the arms are extended. All wrinkly and stuff.
• If Johnson can just take that great synapse image and shrink it to a squintworthy 200 pixels, he'll be a shoe-in for the Visions of Science award.
• That looks like a set from the Myst games. Point a reflective mirror atit, and it'll beging to steam, or something.
• a tit?
• a girl on a plane once told me that the ugliest part of the body is the back of the elbow when the arms are extended. All wrinkly and stuff. She must really hate the scrotum.
• All your children are poor unfortunate victims of systems beyond their control.
• /applauds
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• So what the hell is this thread supposed to be about!? I hate my phantom limb; does that count???
• A baby's arm holding an apple; that's the worst.
• I thought that the bees' knees were supposed to be something that was very positive. Human beings in the US came up with this notion during Prohubition, when folk stayed drunk most of the time.
• You call that Prohibition, I call that Tuesday.
• Feet. Especially feet with prehensile grasping toes, like mine. And inch thick callus from going barefoot all summer.
• I agree, feet are the worst. Ewww.
• Ew, Gram'ma...
• Toenails. Especially Grandpa's big toenails.
• You call it callus but I call it hoof; some horses wear horseshoes when the going gets tough. Goose-herders once tied little bags around their charges skinny wee legs. Which actually sounds more like a sock for taking your ducky on a long walk,
• I'm quite proud of my thick foot-leather. The ability to walk on baking hot concrete with nary a concern is very, er, well, it's nice. It impresses the aliens.
• Tender is the foot I put upon the hot concrete or the lit cigarette. So I go shod, ye can damn well bet.
• The only thing that still causes me a problem, bees, are the stickyburrs. Those little pointy things that dwell in the grass and impale themselves in you. There are many such little fuckers in the Oz greensward. Some of them look like tiny brown demon heads with pointy horns and sharp teeth, gnash.
• Chyren: I can so relate. Idaho has goatheads, or puncture vine--nasty buttons that split into 4 double-headed stickers that *hurt* like the devil. Usually you can hop on one foot, swear, and pull them out. They're only a problem when the tip breaks off under your skin, but even then you can usually dig it out with a needle. They're so tough they can penetrate a tire The horrible ones are the spring sandburs. They're innocent looking and hard to see, but when you step on them they break off an invisible sticker that continues to irritate for days.
• There's no good way to practice being gored by vegetables like cactus; yon stickyburrs sound slyer and worse lurking in the grass until a barefoot guy walks past. Out with the tweezers! And on with the shoes! or pay the price for strolling footloose.
• Yeah, BlueH, those goatheads look kinda like the demon head things, very similar. There's quite a few different types of stickly pointy burr stuff over here, what with the tough kinds of grass that we have in this dry country. Those things are among my pet hates, cos I like to walk barefoot in grass, and some of 'em burrs are invisible like little darts, like you say, and you can't see to get 'em out. Clever little evolutionary adaption by the grasses, though, one must admit, get their seeds spread around. 'stickyburr' is a term not used over here, funnily enough. I forget what they usually call 'em, just 'burrs' I think, or prickles. Stickyburr is one of my fave little words along with 'cattycorner' which I think is a cool term not really used outside US.
• Clever little evolutionary adaption by the grasses Oh, Chyren! You poor little evolution-addled silly! I suppose that grass evolved from monkeys in your bizarre little amoral universe! How I pity you! No, I think that if you bothered to read your BIBLE once in a while then you'd find that grass is actually Satan's shag-pile carpet, and the reason those little things prick at you is because they carry sinful thoughts. It's Beelzebub's way of getting you hooked on grass by getting grass hooked on you - and from there, it's just a short step to you raping pensioners for your crack money, isn't it? Hmm? Isn't it? Yes - it is, you disgusting atheist.
• How dare you call me an atheist. Why, I am a proud worshipper of satan and card carrying republican. Raping pensioners for crack money is but the least of our glorious sacraments, along with goat fondling and the abusing of ducks. As well you know.
• Oh I'm sorry, I worship BAAL and sometimes he makes me do this silliest things, such as playing a trumpet with my ass or invading Iraq 'cause that always works. Eeee, I don't know!
• Baal? filthy heathen. Only sacrificing your first born to Moloch ensures the replenishment of the land and the richness of crops! Only Moloch can safeguard big tits and unblocked pores! Plus, he knows how to party. Truly, the wages of sin are death, but the hours are good and the perks are amazing.
• Mind you, playing a trumpet with your arse will make you a fortune on the cabaret circuit.
• I make a bugle of my breeches. Often. Molech, eh? In wikipedia I read of his awful ceremonies: "Tophet is Moloch, which was made of brass; and they heated him from his lower parts; and his hands being stretched out, and made hot, they put the child between his hands, and it was burnt; when it vehemently cried out; but the priests beat a drum, that the father might not hear the voice of his son, and his heart might not be moved. A different rabbinical tradition says that the idol was hollow and was divided into seven compartments, in one of which they put flour, in the second turtle-doves, in the third a ewe, in the fourth a ram, in the fifth a calf, in the sixth an ox, and in the seventh a child, which were all burnt together by heating the statue inside." In the tradition of such fearful rites we think of Isaac, led to the mountain but spared the cruel knife (such at least is the story): ANCIENT OF DAYS: Woah - hang on! Changed my mind - I'll kill my own son. Don't worry about it. ABRAHAM: Strewth God - you're an odd one, ay?
• They used to say that the stories about sacrificing children to Moloch was Hebrew propaganda, but a few years ago I remember something about the discovery of a bunch of offering urns or some such in a Moloch temple in Sumeria or one of those joints, and they were full of burnt bones of goats, small animals and human children! And it wasn't just the gimpy red-headed kid you gave up to the big M either, it was your *best* kid. Cos otherwise Moloch would be peeved. These people were serious! I'm sure that Bush will be bringing that tradition back a little later. I know that Thatcher was a big fan, as long as it was working class kids and not Mark.
• You can sacrifice your children to Rumsfeld any day. Yet personally I am not inclined to kill my offspring unless they be eaten: either fed to me as some kind of revenge by mine enemies, or devoured whole to prevent their usurping my heavenly toilet. I believe both wise traditions are favoured by the Hellenes.
• Hang on a second, the Ancient of Days, wasn't that some kind of thing where the Shekinah manifested in the holy of holies over the uh.. mercy seat of the ark of the covenant, or something? I read this great nutjob website one time, gone now, I think, where they worked out that the Ancient of Days was some kind of Extraterrestrial Manna Machine using hydroponic algae in some kind of weird nuclear-power lava lamp arrangement that fed the Hebrews while Moses was leading them around in the desert. I love that shit.
• *tries to work out which kid is the gimpy redhead*
• Bob Dobbs says he doesn't really care.